Scoundrel

This is the newest chapter in our Antiquarian: A Choose Your Own Scent Adventure series! Make sure to read the other chapters in this order to get the full story: Antiquarian, Bohemian, Libertine, Avant Garde, Swashbuckler. Scent Notes: Herbaceous greenery from sweetgrass, vetiver, galbanum, bergamot, and white thyme warmed by rich amber, spicy ginger and peppercorns, juicy grapefruit, and a sprinkling of pipe tobacco. “I’m a five-star man!” Jackson yelled, whooping and hollering with glee. He found a bottle of rum on the deck, picked it up, and took a swig. He’d done it! He’d double-crossed Compass Rose, Julia, AND Carmen. Did that make it a triple-cross? A six-way-cross? Whatever, he’d done it! Now the ship was his, and he could enact his evil plan. “I’m such a scoundrel,” he muttered, then called for the crew to gather. “Men! For we are all manly men aboard this ship,” he began, before someone interrupted him. “No, quite the opposite, a lot of this crew is women, and you should know that since you’ve tried to sleep with half of us.” “Quiet, dog!” Jackson said, throwing the bottle of rum he’d been drinking from in the general direction of the voice. It hit nobody because his aim was terrible and everyone saw it coming. “Suuuper glad this guy’s the one in charge now,” somebody stage-whispered to the gathered crowd, making them all laugh. “Listen, I might not be the most experienced pirate, but I’ve been sailing for a long time, and now I need you all to do my evil bidding as I command!” “Well, what’s your plan then?” yet another voice asked, and the group began to mutter amongst itself. “I, well, the first part of my plan was to quadruple-cross everybody and I did that and now I’ll have to think about it! Where is the ship set to sail to, anyway?” “Carmen’s secret underground volcano lair, obviously,” one of the crew members answered. “Perfect, let’s just go there. I’ll pull some sweet pranks on her stuff there, because I am a legend at pranks, and then we’ll go from there. Now, I’m going to the captain’s quarters for some shuteye. Just do whatever the hell you do every day until we get to the island. And somebody bring me more rum!” With that, he stomped off to make his way down to the captain’s quarters.... Click here to read the rest of the story!